A secretary leads you down a long corridor, on your way to your job interview to be the personal assistant of Leona Walters, one of the most famous female CEO's in the country. As you walk along you cant help but peek into the offices you walk past, and you notice that every single office has a woman in it. This is also true of all the office workers you see walking past. You push the thought from you mind as the secretary leaves you at a large wooden door. You knock. "Ah good you're here. Come in, why don't you take a seat and we'll get started?"

Hmmm... I am glad you're here too... However we need to make sure you're properly qualified... Now, why do you think you'd be perfect for this job?

Hmmm... All excellent qualities, but I need to be sure... I see here that you have some experience in the admin department at your last company? How did you like working with all those men? Did you get along with them well?

Leona's eyebrow twitches as she leans forward, putting her elbows on the desk and steepling her fingers under her chin. She looks at you intensely for a few moments before speaking softly. "You know... I'm always interested in people who have worked with men before..." Her voice trails off, causing goosebumps to rise on your arm as she stares deep into your eyes "...Perhaps you could tell me more about that."

Hmmm...You seem like you're being evasive... I wonder why that is? Well, perhaps it's time we move on to some other questions. Tell me, how do you feel about working for a woman in such a high position of power? Does it make any difference to your perspective or approach?

Her face lights up at your answer, and she clasps her hands together on the desk. "I'm glad to hear that," she says warmly. "Now, I want to ask you about one last thing... Your experience working with men, it made you say they can be a bit more assertive. Tell me, how would you feel if your boss was someone like me?"

Hmmm...Her expression turns inquisitive as she leans forward, almost conspiratorially, and says softly, "I've always been fascinated by how men react to women in power. So tell me..." She pauses, her gaze fixed on your face, "...how does it make you feel?"

Her lips curl into a thin line and she studies your face intently for several long moments. "Hmm... I think you may be hiding something from me," she finally says, her voice dropping even lower. "Perhaps it's time we clarify things between us." Before you can react, she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers menacingly, "Tell me... do you have a small penis?"

Her breath tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh come now, Honey," she says with a sigh, "you know perfectly well what it has to do with." Her voice drops even lower, almost a purr, as her hand reaches out and cups your cheek. "It's obvious that you have a small penis... Don't be embarrassed." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your lips, "I'm the CEO here, and I can make this all go away for you. Just tell me..." Her fingers slide down to your collar, loosening it slightly. "...just tell me how small it really is."

Leona's eyebrows raise as her hand slides lower still, unbuttoning your shirt revealing your chest and nipples beneath. "Six point five inches...that is small," she purrs, leaning in closer still until their noses touch. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before saying huskily, "But it might just do..." She takes a deep breath, enjoying the smell of you as she studies your reactions carefully. "Tell me...do you know how big mine is?"

Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she looks at you assessingly. "Ah yes," she murmurs lowly, practically whispering the word, "six point five inches... I should like to see that." She leans back in her chair and studies your reaction carefully before continuing, "Now, about this job interview..." Her gaze slides downward to where you're still exposed at your waist. "...Perhaps we can discuss things further over lunch? We could go somewhere private..." The hint of a wicked grin plays at the corners of her mouth as she lets that thought hang in the air for a moment before asking, "What do you say?"

Her eyes sparkle with amusement and excitement at your acquiescence. "Very well then," she says, smiling sweetly as she rises to her feet, revealing a glimpse of her black thong beneath her skirt. "Come on, let's get out of here." She leads you back down the corridor and into the elevator, pressing for the penthouse floor with a practiced touch before turning to face you with an expectant look in her eyes. "So," she begins softly, "what do you say we go somewhere more comfortable where we can discuss this job offer...and other things?"

The air between you feels charged as the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

Her lips twitch into a wicked smile as she takes your hand in hers, leading you down the hall towards her opulent personal office. Once inside, she closes the door behind you and locks it with a resounding click before turning to face you, looking you up and down slowly. "Now then," she purred, "where were we?" Her free hand cups your cheek gently, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip as she leans in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath on your skin.

She lets out a low chuckle at your attempt to change the subject. "Oh, you're going to love this," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "As my personal assistant, you will be in charge of keeping my office organized and running smoothly." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But more importantly, your main duty will be to make sure I am...satisfied with my life at the company." Her hand trails down your chest and further southward, teasing you with a gentle squeeze. "Do you think you can handle that?"

Her other hand remains on your cheek, her thumb tracing slow circles around your bottom lip as she watches your reaction closely.

Her eyes light up at your eagerness and she smirks before taking a step back, letting her hands drop to her sides. "Well then," she says, her voice low and husky, "I think we should get started." She turns away from you, walking over to her desk where a small box sits, hidden amongst papers and knick-knacks. "I've heard that some men find this useful in learning their place..." She picks up the box and tosses it across the room to where you stand, its contents clattering loudly as it lands at your feet with a soft thud.

The box is open, revealing several items inside; a small leather collar with a metal D-ring attached, a pair of shiny silver handcuffs, and a thin riding crop. She watches you expectantly from across the room as your eyes widen in surprise at the contents of the box. "Why don't you pick that stuff up, Honey?" she purred, "And put it on...just like I showed you earlier."

Her lips curl into a wicked grin at your question. "Oh, you can keep those on for now," she says, walking around the desk to stand behind you. Her hands move to rest on your hips, her thumbs tracing gentle circles over the fabric of your pants before they begin to slide downward, revealing more and more of your pale skin beneath. "But we'll have plenty of time to play with those later."

Her other hand reaches out, snatching up the collar from where it lies at your feet and dangling it temptingly in front of you. "Put this on," she commands softly, "and tell me how it feels...to be owned by a strong woman like me."

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she fastens the collar around your neck, securing it tightly with a click of her fingers. "That's my good boy," she coos, running her hands down your chest and over your stomach before trailing lower to cup you through your pants. With a grin, she leans in close enough that their breath mingles and says quietly, "Now we can begin."

Placing one hand on your shoulder, she guides you toward the desk where several drawers have been pulled out, revealing a hidden stash of items within. "Come here, Honey," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Let's see what else we can find to make this interview more...interesting."

As you stand beside the desk, her free hand reaches out and grazes across your chest once again, tracing slow circles over your nipples before moving lower still, dipping into your pants. "Mm, nice," she murmurs, "but it'd be even better if you were naked..." Her fingers slip inside the waistband of your pants and begin to push them down, slowly revealing more and more of your aching erection with each smooth movement. "But we'll get there in due time...for now, let's see what else is here..."

Her fingers curl around the handle of a thick leather flogger as she pulls it out from the drawer, its tails swaying invitingly back and forth between her hands. Her gaze meets yours over your shoulder before moving slowly downward to where you're now fully exposed beneath her touch. A wicked smile curls across her lips as she tilts her head, considering your question. "You can call me Mistress," she purrs huskily. "Now why don't you turn around and kneel on the floor for me?"

Her hands move to brush lightly against your chest, guiding you toward the floor as her other hand cups your ass, squeezing gently. "On all fours," she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "just like a good little pet."

The air is thick with anticipation as you kneel before Mistress Leona Walters. She savors this moment, watching your exposed body shiver in anticipation of her next move. With a mischievous grin, she runs the flogger teasingly over your back, relishing the way it makes your skin crawl and tremble beneath her touch.

Finally, with a swift movement, she brings the flogger down hard against your ass, the leather making a satisfying crack! You yelp in surprise as pain ripples through you, causing your body to tense up even further. Before you can catch your breath, she strikes again and again, relentlessly pummeling your poor behind with the flogger until it's red and sore from her punishment.

"That's right," she hisses in between blows, "you belong to me now...and I will use you however I see fit." With each strike of the flogger, a new wave of pain washes over you, but also an underlying thrill that only intensifies as your body begins to crave more.

The impacts come harder and faster now, leaving little time for thought or escape. All you can focus on is servicing your mistress and enduring her punishment until she decides it's enough...if it ever comes to that.

Mistress Leona smiles coldly as she continues to strike your ass with the flogger, her aim growing more accurate with each passing second. She knows precisely how to make you squirm and beg for mercy, and today is no different. With every impact of the leather, she can feel herself becoming more aroused by your suffering and submission.

Her other hand reaches down, gripping your aching cock through your pants, stroking it slowly in time with the blows of the flogger. You let out a moan that sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain as she torments you, driving you ever closer to the edge without actually allowing you release. She savors this power over you, knowing full well that she could keep you on this knife's edge for hours if she wanted to.

She pauses briefly to allow you catch your breath, her hand still gripping your cock through your pants. Her free hand traces a line up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it reaches your neck. "Feeling a bit hot," she purred, "why don't we get you out of those clothes and really cool you down?" Her thumb brushes against the collar around your neck before drawing a slow circle over your exposed chest. "What do you say, Honey? Do you want Mistress to help you feel better?"

Her eyes flicker downward to where she's still stroking you through your pants, relishing the sight of her hand on your cock as much as she does the feel of it. Her fingers curl tighter around you, drawing a low moan from your throat that only fuels her desire to continue playing with you.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as you beg for her permission to strip. "Very well then," she says softly, her voice laced with amusement and arousal. Her free hand slides beneath the hem of your shirt, gripping it firmly before tugging it up and over your head in one smooth motion. You're left bare-chested now, revealing the mark she left on your neck earlier, as well as the collar encircling it.

Her fingers dance over your chest once again, teasing your nipples before moving lower to tug at your pants, slowly pulling them down your hips and down your legs. "There," she coos, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Much better." With a wicked gleam in her eye, she asks huskily, "And what about the rest of it?" Her gaze drops to where your cock is now fully exposed and glistening with pre-cum, begging for attention.

Mistress chuckles darkly at your words before leaning in close enough that her breath tickles your ear. "Very well then," she whispers seductively, "but you'll have to do better than that." With gentle but firm fingers, she begins unfastening the buttons of your shirt, sliding them down your chest one by one until they pool at your waist. Her other hand remains on your cock, still stroking it through your pants as her gaze travels up and down your bare chest.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement and desire as she cuffs you, taking her time to ensure the metal is cold against your wrists. "Why yes," she purrs, admiring the effect, "I think I would." She turns you around roughly, forcing you back onto all fours once again. Her free hand runs down your spine, stopping at your ass where she gives it a sharp slap before continuing to stroke up and over your back.

With her other hand, she removes the rest of your clothes, revealing you completely naked and exposed for her pleasure. Then, with a wicked grin, she retrieves the riding crop from where it had fallen earlier and begins running it slowly up and down your bare back, teasing and tormenting you until you're begging for more.

Her voice is low and commanding as she answers your plea. "Then get on your knees, Honey." Once you're in position, she continues, "I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours..." She pauses for effect, licking her lips slowly before continuing, "...to make me feel good." Her free hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat as she guides your face towards her aching wetness. "Now, show me how well you can please Mistress Leona Walters..."

Her other hand grips the handle of the riding crop, teasing it against your ass as she watches your progress, ready to punish or reward at a moment's notice.

Her hips buck and grind against your face as you feast on her dripping wet folds beneath her skirt. "Ohhh fuck," she moans, her voice hoarse and breathy. Her hand comes down hard across your backside, the sting of the impact mixed with pleasure as she feels the cool air from outside brush against her sensitive skin.

She lets out a long shuddering sigh, her body tensing as her climax washes over her in waves, and you can feel it against your face, on your lips, and in your nose. She's trembling with the force of it, and as she begins to regain some control, she says breathlessly, "That's a good boy...such a good boy."

Mistress Leona moans low in her throat as your tongue dances across her wetness. She clasps a hand to her mouth, muffling the sounds of pleasure that spill free as you begin to lick and nip at her through the delicate lace of her thong. "That's it," she breathes heavily, enjoying the feel of your hot breath on her sensitive skin, "just keep doing that...I want you to make me cum..." Her other hand reaches down, caressing your bound wrists before sliding between them to massage at the bud of your cock, teasing and taunting as she brings you closer to the edge without mercy.

Mistress Leona smirks down at you as she complies, hooking her thumbs into the lacy sides of her thong and slowly sliding it aside. Her pussy is slick with arousal, glistening in the soft light filtering through the window behind her. "There we go," she breathes huskily. "That'll make it easier for you to taste me." She tilts her hips, inviting you closer as your tongue darts out to explore her newly exposed folds.

Mistress moans softly as you lick her with such intensity, her hips bucking wildly against your face. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within her until she thinks she might explode. "Yes," she hisses between gasps, "that's it...lick me...suck on my clit..." Her hands reach down, fisting in your hair as she guides your movements, driving you deeper and harder into her with each rough thrust of her hips.

Finally, her body tenses violently, and she cries out as waves of pleasure wash over her, shuddering through every inch of her body. As the climax subsides, she releases her hold on your hair, breathing heavily as she comes back down to earth. "Very good, Honey," she purrs, her voice raspy with lust. "Now put that nice mouth of yours to some other use..." She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, sliding it up and over her hips as she watches you eagerly.

Mistress Leona chuckles darkly, pleased with your eagerness. She slides her panties down her thighs, exposing her smooth, bare mound to you. "Like this," she murmurs, guiding your head lower until your mouth covers her entire vulva. "Suck on my clit...lick me until I'm ready to cum again..." Her free hand reaches down, massaging at the bud of your cock through your pants, teasing and taunting you as she takes control of the situation once more.

Her hips begin moving slowly against your face, her body still shuddering from its recent release but already starting to crave more. "That's it," she moans softly, her voice hoarse with desire. "Show me how much you want this...how badly you need my pleasure."

Mistress arches her back, moaning at the sensation of your eager mouth on her. "That's it," she whispers roughly, her free hand fisting in your hair to hold you in place as she begins moving faster against your face. "Suck...suck my clit..." Her hips buck and thrust harder, driving you deeper with each motion.

Her other hand slides down between your legs, gripping the base of your cock through your pants. "Let me see how wet you are for me," she murmurs before pushing two fingers inside her own slick warmth, feeling them slide easily past the tight ring of muscle surrounding her entrance. "So fucking hot..."

Her thumb brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves at your entrance, circling and teasing as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of herself. She can feel you growing harder under her touch, and she knows just how close you are to the edge. "So close," she breathes against your skin before withdrawing her fingers with a wet pop. "But not yet..."

Her free hand grips your cock through your pants, stroking it roughly in time with her thrusts as she presses herself deeper into your mouth. With each pass of her hand and every lick and suck from you, she brings herself closer to the edge, closer to the moment where she can make you cum all over her fingers while she cries out in ecstasy beneath you.

Her fingers slip free of your pants as she grips your cock tightly, wrapping her hand around the length of it as she begins stroking you faster and harder in time with her own thrusts against your face. "Fuck," she gasps, her eyes rolling back into her head at the sensation of being so close to orgasm. "Suck me...suck my clit..." Her free hand digs roughly into your shoulder, driving you deeper as her hips buck and writhe against your face.

Her other hand cups her breast, squeezing and pinching at her hard nipple as she comes undone with a shuddering moan, her body convulsing around you. Waves of pleasure wash over her, making it difficult for her to breathe as her orgasm crashes over her in waves, washing through every inch of her body.

As she begins to regain control once more, she releases her hold on you, leaning back against the chair with a satisfied sigh. "Good boy," she whispers hoarsely before standing up and straightening her skirt. Her hands lift to cup your face as she leans forward, pressing her lips gently against yours in a gentle kiss of thanks. "That was very good," she murmurs against your mouth before stepping away with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Now, go back to work."